He did not judge that time would make much difference to him, but in this he might be mistaken.
A man who has depth in him seldom broods over real trouble--not at first, at least.

By this test may often be known the real from the fanciful woe.

Caius, knew, or his instincts knew, that his only chance of breasting the current was, not to think of its strength, but to keep on swimming.

He took his horse's bits and the harness that had been given him for his little sleigh, cleaning and burnishing everything with the utmost care, and at the same time with despatch.

He had some chemical work that had been lying aside for weeks waiting to be done, and this afternoon he did it.